Chords for The Ghost Of Al Capone • Joe Robinson

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_ _ _ _ _ There's a castle out in Franklin, [B] off Old Hillsboro Road,
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Called by Al Capone, [Ebm] his Tennessee abode.
It's on the way to Leepers Fork, [B] twenty miles south of Nashville.
_ [Db] _ Rumors are there's gold, [Bb] _ buried in the hills.
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I moved in just down the [B] street in the winter of fifteen.
_ [Db] A restless spirit [Fm] lingered in [Ebm] my January dreams.
I can't explain, but I could [B] sense the ghost of Al Capone,
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Breathing on the cold glass of [Ab] my snow [Ebm]-covered home.
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_ [Ebm] I thought it was paranoia, [B] till I saw him eye to eye.
[Db] And in lucid conversation, we spoke of days gone by.
Of roulette wheels, Tommy [B] guns, lawmen on his back,
_ [Db] Cigar smoke and snooker, [Bb] his bulletproof Cadillac.
_ [Eb] Said [Ebm] he built that castle, [B] as a halfway point,
[Db] From Illinois to New Orleans, [Ebm] a clandestine gambling joint.
Now after my encounter, I [B] felt like I knew the man,
[Db] But his twisted _ motivations, I just couldn't [Ebm] understand. _ _
[B] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [Eb] The [Ebm] notorious _ bootlegger, [B] smuggled Templeton right,
[Db] From the rum runners off the East Coast, [Ebm] when America was dry.
To some he was a hero, [B] modern day Robin Hood,
[Db] To some a killer and a thief, [Bb] devoid of any good.
[Eb] They [Ebm] finally caught up with [B] him in _ _ 1931,
[Db] Locked him up for tax evasion, [Ebm] and his gambling days were done.
They sent him way out West, [B] to the island and the bay, _
[Db] Surrounded by many [Bb] sharks, his cell was cold and gray.
[B] But in fevered Technicolor, [Db] he heard a melody,
[Bb] And on a pre-walled Gibson, he was once again set free. _ _
_ _ _ [B] I hear banjo, _ _ [Ebm] on the Magnolia breeze,
[B] There's a black crow, _ [Eb] perched in [Ebm] the wicked winter freeze,
Outside [B] my window, _ _ right [Ebm] off of the Natchez [Abm] Trace,
From [Db] Alabama to _ Alcatraz, they call him [Ebm] _ _
[Eb] Scarface.
[B] The _ _ [Ab] _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Ebm] _ warden has me licked, he wrote and [B] rationed ink,
[Db] Some nut stabbed him with scissors, [Ebm] and his pawn did barely blink.
He clubbed him with his banjo, [B] in a fit of gangster [Db] rage,
Just another morning, [Bb] in the California cage,
[Ebm] After some good behavior, [B] they let him strum again,
[Db] In a ragged band of inmates [Ebm] turned to soulful music men.
They called themselves the Rock [B] Islanders,
And words spread throughout the land,
[Db] Till every prisoner was jealous, [Bb] and wanted to join a band.
_ _ _ I [B] hear banjo, _ _ [F] [Ebm] on the Magnolia breeze,
[B] There's a black crow, _ perched [Ebm] in the wicked winter freeze,
Outside [B] my window, _
_ _ [Fm] [Ebm] right off of the Natchez Trace,
[B] From [Db] Alabama to Alcatraz, they [Db] call him [Ebm] Scarface.
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Nowhere else but in a legend, [B] does such a soul belong,
[Eb] Who after a story, life, or crime, [Ebm] died a man of song.
Till this day out on the water, [B] at the setting of the sun,
You [Db] can hear a ghostly banjo, in cell _ 180.
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